Rook's touch radiates through him even in its gentleness, partly from how easily his own skin sticks to him. It's only natural, but it still feels strange all the same. He hasn't often been touched out of water like this... Rook isn't put off by him like this. Not from how he looks or feels. He called him beautiful like this. As himself rather than the flesh suit he wears on a day-to-day--though he seems just fine with that form, too.

He finds himself wanting to lean closer, to selfishly want for more of that type of touch. Is it rushing things? Most likely... he should think more on it.

Jade presses their lips together again, both hands moving to grip the older boy's face to keep him close.